2nd July, 2020.
i am a transgressor as a lover;
i have always been that way.
does that make me an obsessed maniac?
i guess the answer is subjective;
well, maybe not.
last night, i dreamt of a cyborg.
wearing a mackintosh,
he was floating in cyberspace.
clicking daguerreotypes with his eyes
like a lost daphnia in the ocean sky.
a sudden torrent washed him away.
how the archer looks
wading through the water meadow
under the piscene moon.
in your eyes,
you always try to hide the pain.
i wish i could relieve you
of all of it;
but that would leave you
a bad writer.
i am not making any sense;
not that i intend to.